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Chapter 5: Don’t Leave Me Again
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2025-07-19 19:38:38Three days passed.
August kept his distance. Avoided the dorm as much as possible. Ate at odd hours. Took long routes around campus. Sat at the back of every class, ducking behind other students so Sebastian wouldn’t see him.
But no matter how many turns he took, Sebastian always seemed to find him.
A glance across the library stacks.
A figure leaning against a column outside the literature building.
A text from an unknown number that simply read:
You’re still beautiful when you’re angry.
He never replied.
But he didn’t delete the message either.
By Friday, the anxiety had frayed into something else.
Resentment.
Not just toward Sebastian, but toward himself for letting this happen, for letting someone rewrite his name, walk in his footsteps, and still command the room like he owned the story.
So when Sebastian walked into the café on South Crescent, August didn’t pretend not to see him.
He didn’t hide.
He watched.
Sebastian walked straight to the counter, ordered something black and bitter, and leaned on the counter like he belonged in every space he entered. He caught August’s eyes across the room just for a second and smiled.
August stood up.
He walked to the door.
He meant to leave. Meant to escape again.
But a voice stopped him cold.
“Don’t leave me again.”
He turned slowly.
Sebastian stood behind him, too close. Not touching but anchoring him there like gravity.
August stepped back. “Stop following me.”
“I’m not following you. I’m reminding you.”
“Of what?”
Sebastian’s voice softened. “That I waited. That I saw you when no one else did.”
“You don’t know me anymore.”
“I knew you before you buried yourself.”
August’s breath came out shaky. “That doesn’t give you the right to wear my name like a trophy.”
Sebastian’s expression shifted. “You’re right. It doesn’t. But I didn’t do this to steal from you. I did this to find you. Because you were gone. And the world didn’t even look for you.”
“I didn’t want to be found.”
“I know.”
Sebastian’s voice cracked then barely. Just enough for August to catch it.
“I know,” he repeated, quieter. “But I did. I looked for you. I became you just to keep you alive.”
August’s chest tightened.
This wasn’t just obsession.
It was grief.
And grief, no matter how twisted, always came from loss.
Don't Leave Me AgainThat night, they didn’t speak again.
But when August returned to the dorm, the light on Sebastian’s side was off.
Only the sound of soft breathing filled the space.
And on August’s pillow, a note waited.
Folded.
Ink slightly smudged.
Three words, written in uneven script:
I missed you.
The note stayed in his pocket all day.
August didn’t want it. Didn’t need it. But he couldn’t bring himself to throw it away either. Not when every word was scrawled in a handwriting he didn’t remember and yet recognized in the pit of his stomach.
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